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Jan 18th

this is a house

of art

an arts house

on the delta

sometimes

I catch a riff

of flute

while I am

at my easel

or a thrum of bass

will find me

through the wall

staring blankly

pen in hand

and I am struck

by this big space

for making stuff

for pulling structure

from thin air

where it was not

before

the pair of us

engaged

and occupied

employed

immersed

and fully versed

in art

for its own sake.




 
 
 

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